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Out Of Space

Lucifer, son of the mourning, I'm gonna chase you out of earthI'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase Satan out of earthI'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earthI'm gonna send him outta space, to find another raceI'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race

Stan is a evilous manBut him can't chocks it on I-manSo when I checking him my lassing handAnd if him split, I gaan with him hand

I'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase Satan out of earthI'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earthI'm gonna send him outta space, to find another raceI'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race

Him haffi drop him fork and runHim can't stand up to Jah Jah sonHim haffi lef' ya with him gunDig of with him bomb

I'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase Satan out of earthI'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earthI'm gonna send him outta space, to find another raceI'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race

Stan is a evilous manBut him can't chocks it on I-manSo when I checking him my lassing handAnd if him split, I gaan with him hand

I'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase Satan out of earthI'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earthI'm gonna send him outta space, to find another raceI'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race